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January 26, 1861
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January 26. 1861.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
33
THE MORNING AETER THE JUVENILE PARTY.
Papa. “Why, Tom, I’m afraid you must have Eaten too much Cake last
Night. You look quite Seedy this Morning!”
Little Sister. “ Oh, no, Papa, dear, it can’t be that. He eat the Things
out of the Crackers, but he didn’t touch the Seed Cake ! ”
SENTIMENT IN THE SHERIFF’S COURT.
At the Sheriff’s Court, Red Lion Square, Mr. Moun-
tain, who appears to have succeeded our old friend
Hemp, having made a number of proclamations of out-
lawry at the suit of gentlemen whose names were, as usual,
chiefly Semitic; according to the Law Report:—
“ The Court was closed with the usual formalities until St. Valen-
tine’s Day.”
The fact that the Sheriff’s Court opens on Valentine’s
Day is one of those t hings which have hitherto been not
generally known. Now that it is made known universally
by its publication in these pages, the Sheriff’s Court will
acquire a sentimental interest in the eyes of many who
were always accustomed to regard it with unmitigated
disgust. A suit in the Sheriff’s Court has usually sug-
gested the idea of a beggarly action on a dishonest accom-
( modation bill, brought by a usurer against a scamp. On
1 the first day of Term in that tribunal, however, being
Valentine’s Day, the suitors may be expected to consLt
' of gay young bachelors, and the parties sued of spinsters
to match ; the suits not being suits at law but suits at
love. Paring the skin, then, off the bones of a debtor, will
not in the Sheriff’s Court, be the order of the day which
birds devote to pairing; but happy pairs will pair off thence
like the sparrows in the neighbouring grove of Red Lion
Square.
Billing will take the place of those transactions which
arise out of bill-discounting; billets will come before the
Court instead of bills; and the dove or pigeon, instead
of screaming in the talons of the pecuniary kite, will coo
for a mate. Hearts will be transfixed by the arrows of
little Cupid instead of being sliced by little Shgloc/csj^ and
we have authority for stating that tlie authorities of the
Sheriff’s Court, namely, of course, the Sheriffs, intend to
nut Mr. Mountain and all the bumbailiffs on Valentine’s
Day into pink fleshings, and lend their shoulders wings
for the day; the gauze wings which are proper to the little
Loves, aud properties which will readily be lent by Mr.
Nathan, of Titclibourne Street.
The Sheriff’s Court does uot try breach of promise cases,
which are the only actions whereof cognisance ought to
a Court which opens on Valentine’s day.
he taken by
Otherwise
1 And I a maid at your window
To be your Valentine,”
might he the song of Mr. Solomons, representing
client the plaintiff in Ophelia versus hamlet
ms
CABINET CONVERSATION.
Lord John Bussell. My dear Palmerston, the Session approaches.
Do you mean to let me bring in a Reform Bill ?
Lord Palmerston. Well, really, my dear John, if you ask me that
question—by the way, are you going to St. Paul’s to hear the oratorio ?
Lord John. I think not. I am not sure that Dr. Cumming would
quite like it. But, ha! ha! never mind St. Paul’s, let’s talk of St.
Stephen’s.
Lord Pal. AtYienna. Wonderful old Church—deuced picturesque,
David Roberts has painted it capitally, from both ends.
Lord John. St. Stephen’s at Westminster.
Lord Pal. Exists no longer, my dear John. You of all folks ought
to be better up in the history of Parliament.
Lord'John. You know what I mean. Have you made up your mind?
Are we to have a Reform Bill ?
Lord Pal. Upon my word, it’s an important question, and that
reminds me to tell you to go and hear Faraday. You’ve no idea how
interesting he is.
Lord John. I don’t understand his theory on the Conservation of
iorces, but I know that you will not conserve yours, if you don’t do
something for the Liberal party.
Lord Pal. That’s very true, and very well put, and we ought to do
something to show thatwrn are entitled to the confidence of our friends
Do you like caviar?
Lord John. No, I think it’s beastly. Are we to have a Reform Bill?
Because I must be preparing my speech.
Lord Pal That is true, exceedingly true. It is the duty of a states-
man to be thoroughly well up in his subjects, and I say, what a Guy
they have made you in that last photograph.
Lord John. Opinions differ, but I shall sit for another on the morning
after I introduce the Final Reform Bill. What date had I better fix
lor it?
Lord Pal. Date? Ah, when you come to dates you talk business,
and that is what I like. And talking of dates, how deuced old our
friend Lady Pigwhistleton is looking.
Lord John. Well, she’s no chicken. She was a very handsome
creature at the time I brought in the first Reform Bill. When shall I
bring in the last ?
Lord Pal. Bring in the last? Ha! ha! One would think you
were a cobbler. By the way, I ’m sorry there’s a thaw, for one’s
boots get wet with the slightest walk in the slush.
Lord John. I have had no time for walking, having been so busy in
getting up the returns for my Reform Bill. 1 think I will fix the first
of March for bringing it in.
Lord Pal. First of March—well, as a mere day that is as good as
any other. Stop, by Jove, no it isn’t. It’s a Friday this year. You’d
never bring in a Reform Bill on a Friday?
Imd John. I am not superstitious.
Lord Pal. No, no, Friday, that won’t do.
on a Friday. I must be going, though.
Ljord John. Well, but when shall I say-
Jjord Pal. {going). No, no, Friday won’t do—all the fools in England
will be in a clamour, and they are the majority—Friday won’t do.
[Exit.
Lord John {running to the window). But when? Hi! When?
Lord Pal. {getting on his horse). Some Sunday in the middle of the
week. Ha! ha! {Canters off.)
Lord John. I don’t believe that man is a Reformer at heart. I ’m
blessed if I don’t think he’s a Tory. I’m blowed if I don’t. [Exit.
No; my dear John, not
A MATTER OE TRANSPORT.
We only wish that Frost (we mean, of course, King Frost) could be
transported again—to Siberia, the Arctic Regions, Iceland, the North
Pole—anywhere, so long as he could be got out of the kingdom.
Vol. 40.
2
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
33
THE MORNING AETER THE JUVENILE PARTY.
Papa. “Why, Tom, I’m afraid you must have Eaten too much Cake last
Night. You look quite Seedy this Morning!”
Little Sister. “ Oh, no, Papa, dear, it can’t be that. He eat the Things
out of the Crackers, but he didn’t touch the Seed Cake ! ”
SENTIMENT IN THE SHERIFF’S COURT.
At the Sheriff’s Court, Red Lion Square, Mr. Moun-
tain, who appears to have succeeded our old friend
Hemp, having made a number of proclamations of out-
lawry at the suit of gentlemen whose names were, as usual,
chiefly Semitic; according to the Law Report:—
“ The Court was closed with the usual formalities until St. Valen-
tine’s Day.”
The fact that the Sheriff’s Court opens on Valentine’s
Day is one of those t hings which have hitherto been not
generally known. Now that it is made known universally
by its publication in these pages, the Sheriff’s Court will
acquire a sentimental interest in the eyes of many who
were always accustomed to regard it with unmitigated
disgust. A suit in the Sheriff’s Court has usually sug-
gested the idea of a beggarly action on a dishonest accom-
( modation bill, brought by a usurer against a scamp. On
1 the first day of Term in that tribunal, however, being
Valentine’s Day, the suitors may be expected to consLt
' of gay young bachelors, and the parties sued of spinsters
to match ; the suits not being suits at law but suits at
love. Paring the skin, then, off the bones of a debtor, will
not in the Sheriff’s Court, be the order of the day which
birds devote to pairing; but happy pairs will pair off thence
like the sparrows in the neighbouring grove of Red Lion
Square.
Billing will take the place of those transactions which
arise out of bill-discounting; billets will come before the
Court instead of bills; and the dove or pigeon, instead
of screaming in the talons of the pecuniary kite, will coo
for a mate. Hearts will be transfixed by the arrows of
little Cupid instead of being sliced by little Shgloc/csj^ and
we have authority for stating that tlie authorities of the
Sheriff’s Court, namely, of course, the Sheriffs, intend to
nut Mr. Mountain and all the bumbailiffs on Valentine’s
Day into pink fleshings, and lend their shoulders wings
for the day; the gauze wings which are proper to the little
Loves, aud properties which will readily be lent by Mr.
Nathan, of Titclibourne Street.
The Sheriff’s Court does uot try breach of promise cases,
which are the only actions whereof cognisance ought to
a Court which opens on Valentine’s day.
he taken by
Otherwise
1 And I a maid at your window
To be your Valentine,”
might he the song of Mr. Solomons, representing
client the plaintiff in Ophelia versus hamlet
ms
CABINET CONVERSATION.
Lord John Bussell. My dear Palmerston, the Session approaches.
Do you mean to let me bring in a Reform Bill ?
Lord Palmerston. Well, really, my dear John, if you ask me that
question—by the way, are you going to St. Paul’s to hear the oratorio ?
Lord John. I think not. I am not sure that Dr. Cumming would
quite like it. But, ha! ha! never mind St. Paul’s, let’s talk of St.
Stephen’s.
Lord Pal. AtYienna. Wonderful old Church—deuced picturesque,
David Roberts has painted it capitally, from both ends.
Lord John. St. Stephen’s at Westminster.
Lord Pal. Exists no longer, my dear John. You of all folks ought
to be better up in the history of Parliament.
Lord'John. You know what I mean. Have you made up your mind?
Are we to have a Reform Bill ?
Lord Pal. Upon my word, it’s an important question, and that
reminds me to tell you to go and hear Faraday. You’ve no idea how
interesting he is.
Lord John. I don’t understand his theory on the Conservation of
iorces, but I know that you will not conserve yours, if you don’t do
something for the Liberal party.
Lord Pal. That’s very true, and very well put, and we ought to do
something to show thatwrn are entitled to the confidence of our friends
Do you like caviar?
Lord John. No, I think it’s beastly. Are we to have a Reform Bill?
Because I must be preparing my speech.
Lord Pal That is true, exceedingly true. It is the duty of a states-
man to be thoroughly well up in his subjects, and I say, what a Guy
they have made you in that last photograph.
Lord John. Opinions differ, but I shall sit for another on the morning
after I introduce the Final Reform Bill. What date had I better fix
lor it?
Lord Pal. Date? Ah, when you come to dates you talk business,
and that is what I like. And talking of dates, how deuced old our
friend Lady Pigwhistleton is looking.
Lord John. Well, she’s no chicken. She was a very handsome
creature at the time I brought in the first Reform Bill. When shall I
bring in the last ?
Lord Pal. Bring in the last? Ha! ha! One would think you
were a cobbler. By the way, I ’m sorry there’s a thaw, for one’s
boots get wet with the slightest walk in the slush.
Lord John. I have had no time for walking, having been so busy in
getting up the returns for my Reform Bill. 1 think I will fix the first
of March for bringing it in.
Lord Pal. First of March—well, as a mere day that is as good as
any other. Stop, by Jove, no it isn’t. It’s a Friday this year. You’d
never bring in a Reform Bill on a Friday?
Imd John. I am not superstitious.
Lord Pal. No, no, Friday, that won’t do.
on a Friday. I must be going, though.
Ljord John. Well, but when shall I say-
Jjord Pal. {going). No, no, Friday won’t do—all the fools in England
will be in a clamour, and they are the majority—Friday won’t do.
[Exit.
Lord John {running to the window). But when? Hi! When?
Lord Pal. {getting on his horse). Some Sunday in the middle of the
week. Ha! ha! {Canters off.)
Lord John. I don’t believe that man is a Reformer at heart. I ’m
blessed if I don’t think he’s a Tory. I’m blowed if I don’t. [Exit.
No; my dear John, not
A MATTER OE TRANSPORT.
We only wish that Frost (we mean, of course, King Frost) could be
transported again—to Siberia, the Arctic Regions, Iceland, the North
Pole—anywhere, so long as he could be got out of the kingdom.
Vol. 40.
2